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ain, he handed me a black car

," he told me, hi

m career and my life, I sign

for the cameras, and pretend to be the love

e obedience. Total exclusivit

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e didn't just play the part-he threatened to

est in the dead of night, I didn't se

d to expose him, but I was t

d in, calling me a disposabl

efending not just my

not as an asset, but as a

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with terrifying clarity, that the three men reaching for their waistb

n the lounge

cating silence that usua

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l of a suit that likely cost more

oked

ed I h

didn't flinch. He didn'

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uman. They were the eyes of a predator who had jus

w tha

w that face, even if the

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's tongue last Christmas for interrupting his

gize, but my throat felt l

car running down his neck, stepped forward. His hand

against my ribs li

re in the lobby of the Obsidian Lounge because I was rus

sed a sin

tantly. The control was a

k a step

r, heavier. He smelled of san

pocket. I flinched

. It had no name. Just a series of

fingers were long,

e call,"

vibrated through the floorboards and s

nd was shaking so badl

I whi

at me for one more second, as i

rned and w

suits moving with military precision. The room remained

back into the lounge. Peo

ng the black card, my

buzzed in

y colleague a

osing his mind. We need a lead, Elena. We need

t the card

lo Hol

y that had gotten three other journalists

in on the floor whe

d me. He had gi

ailing career and a mountain of debt. I had just as

this was a life

gold numbers, I realize

o make